You make me vulnerable (in a good way)
not hopeless, but disarmed.
I am not sure if it's wrong to want to stay-
then again, I have much to astound.

Astound, astound astound:
how can I take your mind surround,
to the night of the sounds,
to the day and the nouns?
(that I've dedicated to you).

Thoughts of this to what to us-
sit trapped in my driving mind
(moves forward to thus),
as I look at you- sitting there.

There, their "theres"
trickle to one million and one cares.
Eyes say, "Hello" in a not-so-sad stare.
Beautiful words I may fare,
but will not.

It's true, I think I love you,
or at least I can't stop thinking of how your mind-
looks so pretty next to mine (but you haven't a clue).
Oh, "my", may be a tricky thing now.

Now Now Now:
if you'd be so kind as to allow-
my words to avow?
Because darling, I could show you how-
the many ways I could be all yours.